I have been trying to make a place for the parts of my practice that never seem to land anywhere the notes that are scribbled on the edges of my notebook, research that resists being pulled out of a long text, thoughts that do not resolve into work but also do not leave me alone. I have never felt fully located in one mode or another: not entirely in the studio, not entirely in the archive, not entirely glad to be in my own body some days. This space is a way to sit inside that displacement without smoothing it over.

The atmosphere here will be different from the rest of the site. A place for things that feel out of place everywhere else. A small ledger for my professional updates, scribbles, half a thought, or even if I'm feeling brave, a whole essay. 

Whenever I begin something new (writing, arranging, thinking) I find myself in front of my typewriter, pecking out a loose score. Not as a definitive, prescriptive way of going, but as a way of orienting myself (a lean) when I’m unsure where I fit (which we have established is often). 

     walk towards 
     the weight of not-quite-belonging, kept close
     follow the thread that lingers
     a room/embrace 
     
     hold the air between things without closing it
     voices carried from somewhere else
     stay with the feeling
     no categories just yet
     light on a surface, settling and then pulling away
     lean in

and so we have a beginning, or near it.

sl